C1034 Worry

When the little fatty heard Yun Zhongtian's words, he could not help but pinch his chin and carefully ponder it over and over.

As Hu Qingyang watched his movements, he raised his head to once again look at the black cloth — — Long Dong, a deathly still projection of the deep sky.

He then slowly said, "We can walk in this silent and borderless void for a hundred years, and similarly